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She can hear the movements of her brothers moving around them as they fight their opponents and she stares down the barrel of the gun held in hand by her opponent. Her opponent, who looked all to smug with himself for somehow managing to get the better of her.
Taking advantage of her distraction as she focused on taking down her opponents.
“Looks like I got you now, freak.”
“It seems that way.”
The gangster smirks slightly as he presses the cool metal of the barrel into her forehead, above the mask and her hands tighten on the handles of her swords.
“The Master will be pleased if we bring one of you freaks in. Doesn't matter if you're dead or alive though. Your lot are bad for business.”
She lifts one bruised shoulder in a shrug as her heart pounds in her chest and one brow ridge moves upwards.
“When you deal in shady business, we'll be right there to stop you.”